She has escaped her scarlet shackles,
discovered the joy of light
and the right to wear
white dresses.
Most times
she feels as though she floats,
following newfound freedom
to the edge of dreams.
But the scars do not fade
from her wrists,
and what the mirror
shows is never a clear reflection
of who she is,
or is to become.

Nicely penned. A darker connotation to this one. Yet what affects our past should never reflect on who we come to be, and the thoughts of others are just that; only we ourselves can truly judge that reflection that we see.

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